Queen Carnelia was in the bridge of her small fleets flagship, named Carnelia's Might, looking down at the planet below, glaring at a select few chunks of land that were highlighted by a display over the Armorglass of the bridge. She had decided awhile ago it was safer up here than down below on Equis due to recent events, mostly the Umbrum and the now attempted invasion of her Empire once more. Bison, Caribou, and Saddle Arabian ships had tried to invade with a strike of long range cannon from their ships, thankfully the missile battery defenses and coastal guns as well as the Crystal Empire's remaining battleships sunk them quickly. A few sailors had been recovered in short order and interrogated, once the information they had been ordered to get was within their grasp, the soldiers shot the sailors. All of this less than 15 minutes ago, now Queen Carnelia sat within her flagship in orbit over Equis, deciding what to do.

Carnelia looked over to General Katze. "I am tired of others thinking we are simple weak pushovers, from one world to the next it's the same thing, over, and over. It's time this world learned we are not the simple little kittens many seem to think we are. We know the capital cities of the three kingdoms that have attacked us, let us retaliate by destroying them entirely."

General Katze nodded. "At once my Queen. We have produced 375 arcane warheads for use by the fleet, how many shall we use for every capital city we wish to destroy to ensure total destruction?" His left eyebrow raised itself upwards.

Queen Carnelia didn't even have to take a pause to think before speaking. "Twenty arcane warheads for every capital city we desire to strike down. This shall ensure nothing but molten slag remains." Her tone was cold, almost emotionless except for a hint of malice and rage, she was truly done with others taking their empire as something pathetic and easy to destroy.

General Katze bowed his head. "As you command Your Majesty, Heil Carnelia!" The staff on the bridge all stood and went rigid as their right arms shot out in what someone from Earth would view as a classic Nazi salute, before one typed in a few commands to the targeting computer and flipped a switch. The starship bucked backwards before the thrusters on either side of it activated to keep the starship in its current orbit and position while dozens of rockets spat from several ports on the starship. Within moments, the capital cities of Saddle Arabia, the Caribou Empire, and the Bison Empire, Neighdad, Milan, and Iron Mountain, went up in arcane fire as purple mushroom clouds began to form over the now ruined husks of what had once been great capital cities of their kingdoms. Thousands if not millions dead instantly, more dead within the radius of the shockwaves from the bombs, furthering their destruction, winds hundred of thousands of miles fast slamming into stone, metal, flesh, and shattering them all like glass.

With all three capital cities now reduced to slag, Carnelia grinned and pressed a switch on her chair, which would activate a television camera, broadcasting to the now former kingdoms who dared attack her Empire unprovoked. "I am Queen Carnelia, ruler of the Abyssinian Empire. Your unprovoked attack on my Empire has lead to your capitals being destroyed. I will not tolerate any hostile action against my Empire for any reason, your capital cities lie in ruin, your leaders dead, the head command of your military structures in ruins without a ruler to command them, any further hostile actions taken against my Empire will result in total destruction of every living thing in your territory, so heed this warning, further actions against my Empire will be met with overwhelming force in return." She cut the feed and reclined in her chair, biting into a juicy apple with a smile on her face.

Looking over to General Katze she spoke up. "Up production of arcane missiles by 45%. I want two thousand of them in orbit within two months for use by the fleet, should this warning and demonstration not deter utter morons from attacking us, we will use every last one if we have to do so to ensure our Empire's survival."

Katze saluted before bowing his head. "Yes Your Majesty, by your orders I will do so now." He speed walked out of the room to the communications room to relay Her Majesty's orders directly.

---------------------------Earth, high orbit former International Space Station------------------------

Kyle Hunter looked down upon the Earth with a small grin on his face, he and his team had been busy, busier than anyone else could ever know. Once it was established that the threat of an invasion from the other side was a real possibility, and finding about their space assets, the UNDF, mostly Russia and America for this one, raced to slap together a makeshift starship, rather than send all new parts into space or build one and launch it from Earth, they had agreed to modify the International Space Station, it was already built for the most part, they just needed to add more sections and technology to it. So what's what happened. Several months, almost a year of launching shipments of stuff into space up to the station from the US, Russia, as well as several other countries working together to ensure this got done, and the station was now a starship. Perhaps not the most advanced thing in the Galaxy, not when compared to what the enemy had, but it could hold its own if it had to for awhile.

The folks downstairs where still trying to decide a name, as clearly it couldn't be called the International Space Station anymore, but for now, everything was ready to go. The former station had been expanded to three times its old size, from a crew of six, to twenty. Close in weapon systems integrated, an experimental high power fission reactor to power it. Autocannons, chainguns, missile defenses, several experimental railguns, and to top it all off, two dozen high yield nuclear missiles. These missiles had to be designed for use in space rather than on Earth, they had been designated MKB55, with a yield of 9 megatons it was pretty much just the MKB52 but had to be modified for use in space. The former ISS was propelled by chemical rockets as well as a nuclear boom which while it only spat out particles, would provide constant acceleration, the current resupply of chemical rocket fuel was beginning to come in from a small base on the Moon, once again a joint effort between the US, and Russia, with a few other countries joining in as asked or required. It was mostly automated with a small crew of five to maintain it and upkeep supply and control the computers needed to launch the frozen chunks of gas into orbit on course for the former ISS. Next supply of food and water would be coming in from Earth in the next week, while more fuel would be coming from the moon in a day to help with positioning of the station starship hybrid.

Another interesting bit of news was that Nasa had recently lost contact with Voyager 1 about a week ago, which as far as Kyle knew shouldn't have really been possible, seeing so long as there was some antenna strong enough to receive the signal from it, they'd be able to find it. From what he was hearing, it was assumed it smacked into something and got completely destroyed, which wasn't impossible, space was a fucking chaotic hellhole at times. For now however he wasn't going to think about that, he had to take a break and eat some of that crap that passed for beef stew up here. Unknown to anyone back on Earth, in interstellar space one of their probes had actually not been completely destroyed, it had been found.

Author's Note

Hallo all, didn't know how to really end this chapter, wanted to do more, but meh, tired n hungry. Hope ya enjoyed, remember to comment, share it, etc.